Kimberly
The hum of the office surrounded me, a quiet yet persistent reminder that I was in an entirely different world now. One I hadn’t chosen, but one I had to navigate carefully.
I sat in my new cabin, staring at the stack of files that had just been placed in front of me. The woman who had handed them to me, Gladys, was the head of management. I remembered her vaguely from the introduction earlier—she had been polite, but distant, her eyes assessing me with thinly veiled curiosity.
Now, as she stood in front of me, arms crossed, she looked less curious and more impatient.
“These need to be reviewed and revised before the end of the day,” she said briskly, tapping a manicured nail against the top folder. “Make sure you check the projections and compare them with last quarter’s repo
